Promising to solve age-old problems very soon
a year or two, at most, from our graduation in June
I myself was sure that poverty could be licked right quick
yet 50 years later it’s still on the uptick
A friend of mine told me in a decade racism would be dead
but even today, it rears its ugly head
And as for wars, they’ve gained momentum, fiercer than ever
governments’ ‘permanent endeavor’
So, here’s to all you cocksure, problem-solving new grads, oh-so-clever
~ May yours be the first generation to live forever…
Who thought teen girls' ears
could never be pried from their phones
Was cocksure gay couples
would never marry or own their own homes
Cocksure were we that Spring had sprung
Unprepared once again to be stung
by Old Man Winter
fresh back from vacation ~
Fossil Fools we be, reigniting
CO2 home heating stations
Cocksure donald trump
Doubly sure is Donald Trump
That US voters didn’t him dump
And winning figures didn’t voluntarily slump;
For which reason he’s ever taking the hump,
To Americans keep wiring the untouchable truth
Worth protecting in a Limousine’s booth…
Even with inflamed torturing mumps,
No less a throat lining malignant lumps!
And at their stolen mandate
All Americans should jump!
Their noble resilience opening its gate
For a thrashing of this embarrassment to their Trump.
Enough water for the hands soiled by clumps,
Enough medics for heads saluted by bumps.
Perhaps, the law won’t be kicking Trump’s rump
But shall keep frowning at facts with just a proud pump.
crowing of the cock
wakens robust summer sun
a pompous rooster
~Haiku contest by Rick Parise
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